Imprint; Chapter 6

A large roar erupted in the near by room, followed be Ururaka's plea for calm. Iida stood behind the counter, sorting various jars filled with dried stems. Izuku stared awkwardly at his feet on one of the chairs, feeling like a criminal on trial.

Almost immediately after Ururaka brought up "imprinting" Bakugo had clumsily erupted into the room, his body littered with burns and cuts. The longing had flashed back into Izuku's mind for a brief moment, but he had successfully fought it off.

He paused, and cast his glance to Iida, before outside to the surroundings that had suddenly become very familiar to him. Of the over-hanging buildings over a small pavement and cobblestone roads. A horse-drawn carridge trotted past, but aside from that, the village lay still in the blanket of night.

He looked back at Iida, quietly mustering up the corrage to speak.

"Could you... Explain what imprinting is?" Even to him his voice was that of a scared child.

Iida paused for a second, before replying solemnly,

"Ururaka could explain it much better than I could." and continued to organise the jars.

He nodded, knowing what he meant.

"Ururaka can deal with this one, not me..."

In all fairness, he was probably right, and the seeping thought of failure leaked into his mind.

There was a growl, and a bewildered Bakugo closely followed by Ururaka waddled into the room. Bakugo had almost as many patches as Izuku's cloak did, and he walked over to the furthest chair away from him. Izuku took little offence to this, as his eyes were fixed on Ururaka, almost like he expected her to break out into song.

"Well," She began, gearing up to speak. "I suppose you want to know what imprinting is, don't you?"

Izuku nodded.

"Well, imprinting as you most likely know it is when a baby is born it recognised the first thing it sees as its parents. Imprinting here is similar, as a soul will imprint on any soul of a higher rank than its own. This goes both ways, as the one imprinted onto will have a sudden urge to protect them, and as you felt, the one who imprinted will have an urge to be close to them." she paused, and then suddenly a renewed hope sparked in her voice. "You may have noticed there was a gap between you arriving and you imprinting though, and that's because you have a conscience and that you have to cut your ties with your old worl-"

"Tell the damn punk why it's such a big deal already!" Bakugo spat, cutting her off. In some ways, he was thankful for this sudden interruption. He gulped as she began.

"R-right... Well, vampires as far as powers are one of highest ranked. Remember I said not to look anyone in the eye? That's because the soul can be possed and manipulated through the eye, especially if they are as weak as a ghost." she cast a glance at Bakugo, who was giving a warning stare. "The boy you met, his name is Todoroki. Shouto Todoroki . His father, Enji Todoroki, is the reason we don't want you getting involved with him. Enji sees any lesser being as a puppet. I may as well tell you this- there was a lovely young girl in the village, with beautiful pale blue eyes and snow white hair. She was an angel, only two ranks up from a ghost, and she was easily minupluated into being Enji's wife. Unlike other angels, you see, she could create beautiful ice sculptures, a trait Enji wanted in his family."

Bakugo grinded his teeth. "And annoyingly it worked."

Ururaka nodded. "Todoroki has many siblings, but he's the only one with the ability of ice. The rest all went missing soon after the age of 4, and have sadly never been found."

Izuku shuddered. "And Todoroki, is he... Dangerous?"

"I-I don't know," Ururaka sighed. "I don't know, and I don't want to test it either. I may as well warn you. That feeling you had this afternoon will come back. And you may mistake it for many things. Love... Hate... Friendship, and they won't go away. I'm sorry." but the sorrow in her voice soon faded as her usual cheerful self bounced back. "Well! It's getting quite late. Why don't we head to sleep?"

The company agreed on that idea, and when the farewells to Bakugo had died done and a plan for the morning arranged, Izuku sunk into his room alone. His bed was nearby a low window that cast out on a small garden patch and an area of woods, and Izuku opened the window in hopes of some fresh air. He sat on his bed, head in rested on his arms for a moment, staring distantly into the woods, vowing that if anything out of the ordinary came into view he'd shut the window.

The events of that evening tumbled through his mind, but something Ururaka said stood out to him in particular, and soon replayed in his mind.

"And you may mistake it for many things. Love... Hate... Friendship..."

But Izuku gave a small chuckle to the thought. He was sure he wouldn't end up with those kinds of emotions... Would he? Almost too prove him wrong, the figure came forth, and Izuku suddenly felt rather hot. He poked his head out of the window, sure his head was flaring up blood red by now. He cluched his cheeks in distress.

Throughout his confusion, he hadn't noticed a little bat who was hanging from his window pane, staring at him with one crystal blue eye, the other pale grey. He lifted his arm up to it, suddenly entranced. The bat flapped into his palm, and rested for a minute, before it scrambled for his thumb.

An expected shot of pain shoot through his hand, and for a few moments it was hard to tell what had happened. The bat had vanished, and a shadow fell across his room. He looked for an answer, but was met with the face of a boy with large scar accross his face, one crystal blue eye, the other pale grey. His hair too was spilt in two. One the colour of fresh snow, the other a deep red. The figure's hands overed around Izuku's head, as they were about to embrace him.

Almost instantly, he knew who the figure was.

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WELL THAT TOOK FOREVER.

I lied. Took me two hours and two months of procrastination. But I can proudly declare, IMPRINT HAS FINALLY REACHED THE TODODEKU BIT!

My brain literally just compacted as many writing things as it knew into this. My God.

First off : Apology. I suck at managing my free time and I've been putting off for like, ever. (Thanks midorito for kicking me up the back side on that one.)

Second off: I'm just going to put a scale here off all the creatures and their strengths.

Strongest

Vampire

(Todoroki, Enji)

Werewolf

(Bakugo)

Demon

Zombie

Monster

(Iida)

Witch

(Ururaka)

Angle

(Todoroki's Mother)

Skeleton

(Toshinori)

Human

Ghost

(Izuku)

Wisp

Weakest

Yes little Midoriya is the weakest thing out there. But don't worry. He does get stronger.

And if your wondering about wisps, they are SO weak that they could be prayed on by ghosts and aren't even visible to the naked eye.

Third off; Sorry I didn't send it too you before, Vy, but I all honesty I did this one to get my mojo back :sweat_smile:

By the way, too any writers out there, can you think of a better word choice than "embrace" in the last paragraph? It's... It's bugging me.